Staring at a blank page,
Wondering what to write,
Searching through my recent
Recollections of the past.
Looking for the right words
That will cleverly convey
The tender meaning of my message.
It comes to me at last.
The words begin to flow out
Like a river on the page.
My pencil point grows wider
As the pages start to crowd
From margin left to margin right
Continuing unchecked
With text that Mr. Pulitzer
Would surely have been proud.
With all the items of my news
Assembled one by one,
And carefully placed upon the page
My masterpiece is done.
And in closing my epistle,
This update of what's new,
My loving gift of happiness
Is sealed and sent to you.
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